He then begins to recite the day's offerings, explaining and commenting on each dish, one by one, pulling gleefully on his own plump cheek as he describes the joues de porc, pig's cheeks, and asking our fellow diners to hold up their plates of food for our scrutiny as he names one or the other, confident that the diner in question will certainly praise the food.

That evening the senator was driven away by an ambulance, green faced and holding his stomach, as, in the kitchen, Monsieur Léger berated the cook for having undercooked the porc à la moutarde and “given a great man worms.”